Sweeping, swooping, soaring, air-current thrill-rides — there’s nothing better.
The Morris dance is common to all inhabited world in the multiverse.
It was a nice day.
It was a nice day.
(Fuckbitcheskilltemplars and I have the same favorite book. XD;)
Wednesday, July 18 — My name is Nick.
It was love at first sight.
It was a pleasure to burn.
The naked parrot looked like a human fetus spliced onto a kosher chicken.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.
ugh 